Auvergnat

I am in my couch. I made the journey to Vichy and back again with out spending a single cent. One time I made the dream that I found lots of coins on the ground and that they were oh so valuable. This dream is not only a dream always; I am very lucky when it comes to scavenging and I find coins souvent. This may contribute to my lack of freedom from disease. I vomited thrice in France. It was acidic and orange.

I met Géraud's grandpa. He told the story of a man who chewed tobacco. But this man stopped in église and put the chewed wad on his head and covered it with his cap. Chewed tobacco doesn't stay put like you'd think it would and so whilst praying to god, little red rivers of tobacco flowed from his crane down the back of his neck.

A packet of ballots came in the mail while I was in France. I don't see a ballot for the presidential election, only for public servants and congressional elections. I'm not sure where that leaves me. Do I make my own ballot or just assume they have already assumed who I'm voting for. PS Mccain is old.

As I said in the debut, I'm in the couch once again. I'm not sure how to get out of it. Two cushions absorb my fesses in a style that screams perfection and couch moulded to butt. I think it's more physics than that, but I always assume divine intervention.

Back to a political commentaire, I don't think that Palin is insane for dinosaurs. Cutting funding for real people who are living today, here and now, under her jurisdiction is where the insanity lies.

There is a void in our frigo. All eyes are on the cheese. You've got no distractions and no options. It'll suck you in. But you'll like it. Mostly.